Gemotions

The night sky, once a source of wonder, now felt like a backdrop to an obligation. David found himself squinting at the stars, a telescope pointed towards the heavens, its promise of awe replaced with the demanding reality of his son's obsession with astronomy. The clear nights, once a personal sanctuary, now were structured around his son, Leo's, rigid observation schedule.

He swallowed hard, the feeling of pressure in his chest growing with each passing minute. The endless discussions about constellations, the late-night viewing sessions, the constant requests for new equipment, had left him feeling drained. The universe, once a boundless source of fascination, was now a reminder of his commitment, a dedication, a burden. He found himself avoiding the telescope, finding any excuse to stay inside, to seek a few moments of solitude away from the demanding pursuit of celestial knowledge.